Oh Whoopsies...

{Somewhere in my college dating carreer}

There I was, standing in his bathroom after he had cooked me a lovely dinner. 

I looked down and saw his puka shell necklace (more like PUKE-a shell necklace, amiright?) on his bathroom counter.

I hated that he wore this and desperately wanted to tell him that the mid-seventies were over, therefore all shell accessories had to go... but we'd only been out on two dates. Couldn't do that quite yet.

So I had two choices here: I could just write it off as an inconsequential part of who he was and realize it didn't matter............

Or I could knock it off the counter, into the trashcan, then strew some toilet paper over it so it wouldn't be seen. 

ick

Guess which one I did...